"Mother fucking hell!"
Mark groaned loudly, knowing that yell very well. "What now?" he asked, frowning when James came limping in. "What happened to you?"
James scowled as he plopped down on the chair and examined the wound on his leg." Jay stabbed me."
Mark felt his anger level rise from zero to a thousand within a matter of seconds. "Mother fucker! I'll fucking kill h--"
"I took care of it," James said, grabbing a dish towel that was on the table and wrapping it around his leg. "But we've got a whole different problem now."
"We do?" Mark asked, not liking the sound of that at all.
"Oh yeah," James confirmed. "Jay got a hold of the cops."
Mark's jaw literally dropped. "Are you fucking kidding me?" He really really hoped this was James's bad way of telling a joke.
"No," James said, casting a look over at the door. "I don't know if he fingered us for sure, but if he gave them enough information to figure out where he was at…shit Marky, Helmsley and Michaels are just looking for an excuse to crucify us. If they figure out the call came from the house…shit, I TOLD you to let me take care of them last time."
Mark grunted unhappily. Michaels and Helmsley were two detectives that had been total pains in their asses since the day they had set foot in this town. They literally seemed to be chomping at the bit to pin something on them. James and the others were dying to kill the two of them and get them out of the way, but Mark had always held them off on that. It wasn't because he didn't want to kill the two assholes; he was dying to take them out himself. But both detectives had ties to the FBI, which made them riskier than hell to kill. If something happened to them, Mark knew he and the rest of his family would quickly turn into the first suspects.
"Come on Addy, let's get something to eat," Jeff said, leading Adam into the kitchen by the hand. He had his pet dressed in a fishnet shirt and a pair of his black Capri pants. "You need to keep up your strength."
Mark shook his head. "There's no time to eat," he informed Jeff, who glared at him for daring to disrupt his plans. He could already hear the sirens coming closer and closer, which was a really bad sign. "We have to--"
"EVERYONE GET THEIR ASSES DOWN HERE NOW!" James hollered. "NOW GOD DAMN IT!"
That cry brought the others running in real quick. Nobody dared to disobey James when he was that angry. "YOU!" he roared at Matt. He hopped up to his good leg and began smacking the crap out of the oldest Hardy brother. "You and your fucking need to fixate on Jeff's pet has fucked us! YOUR fucking pet just burned us! Stupid son of a bitch! Get Mor and Randy and get them NOW!"
Matt, who did not appreciate getting hit in the slightest, started to protest, but Mark nodded to Glen, who practically grabbed Matt by the back of the neck and started dragging him to go get the two other pets.
"What about Jay?" Connor asked, bouncing around next to Cooper. "What are we going to do about his body?" He had peeked into the room and had seen the damage his father had done.
Adam made a weird noise before shaking his head frantically. "No no no no," he moaned. "No no no no…"
"Oh Addy, don't be sad," Jeff said, grabbing a hold of the distressed man and hugging him tightly. "I'm sure James had a good reason to kill him. He always does."
Mark shook his head and started moving everyone along towards the basement. They had a trapdoor down there that they could escape out of, which was good because the cops were already pulling up right in their fucking yard. "We don't got time to get his ass too."
"That's why we go to Plan B," James said grimly, hopping on to Mark's back so he could get carried down the stairs.
"Plan B?" Mark was already cringing at the thought. "And what does Plan B involve exactly?"
"Boom booms!" Connor exclaimed.
"He said it, not me," James said with a shrug.
Mark groaned. Damn it, my shit is going to get all burned up. That's just fucking wonderful. Lawson better replace every single bit of it or I'm not going to be happy.
…
"Are we sure this is even the house the call came from?" Shawn asked Hunter as they got out of the car and started heading to the house. They both had their guns drawn and the backup they had brought along was circling the house, making sure nobody snuck out the back door.
Hunter nodded at his partner, both on the job and off it. "The house next door is the only white one with a blueish gray roof on this entire street. This is the place."
Shawn nodded, accepting that answer. It wasn't like he needed a whole bunch of persuading to convince him of this. They both knew about the evil that lived in this house. Despite not being able to pin anything on James, Mark or any of the others who seemed to be always coming in and out of the house, everyone knew they were no good. There were numerous disappearances that had taken place within the city and the next three towns that had started as soon as they showed up. It was just a matter of actually proving they had something to do with any of them.
"Damn it," Hunter muttered, smelling the smoke that was coming out of the house. "That's not good." He kicked the door open and went in, looking around and ready to shoot anything that moved funny.
"Go check upstairs," Shawn said, following him in and checking the hallway closets to make sure nobody was hiding in there. "I'll help look down here."
"Be careful," Hunter said, pecking Shawn on the cheek before running upstairs and kicking open doors. The first few doors led to absolutely nothing, and just when he was about to go investigate the yelling he heard coming from downstairs, he kicked open one last door and found a male teenager lying in a pool of blood. "Shit," he cursed, running over to the blonde and checking for a pulse. He managed to find one, but it was so weak that it could stop at any second. "Come on kid, hang on," he muttered as he scooped the boy into his arms and went back downstairs.
"Hunter!" Shawn yelled, coming at him just as he reached the bottom of the stairs. "We need to get out. Like right now."
Hunter nodded, letting Shawn lead him out of the house and towards the firetrucks that were starting to try to put out the flames. But before the water could properly start doing its job, the whole house practically blew up, knocking Hunter and Shawn right off their feet. Hunter did his best not to land on the injured teen he was carrying, but he was so distracted by the ringing in his ears that his best turned out to not be so good.
What the hell did those assholes do? He shook his head, looking back at the house that was now completely consumed by flames. Their backup and a few of the firefighters were rushing over to the teen he was holding, knowing that he needed help and he needed it now. Fuck it, Hunter thought, turning his attention back to the kid. We'll figure that out later…right now we got to get this poor guy to a fucking hospital.
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A/N: Jay's still alive but he's barely hanging on, Hunter and Shawn are in on the action and the psychos are on the run and don't know that Jay is still breathing…drama drama drama.